A good start, and a lousy finish. I continue to lose steam in the afternoon; which leaves nothing accomplished. The apartment is getting dingy; stories pile up without a finish. I came home, stayed home. I need to work up the will to change my routine.
But I do have enough energy to read.
A Stew Is On At Phoenix Theatre - Indianapolis Monthly
A GRIMY PATINA of ice and salt covers every outdoor surface, and the early February air is so biting it seems like Mother Nature is holding a grudge. It’s a dim, bleak evening, almost 6 p.m., and a tide of cars ebbs and flows down Illinois Street as people head home from the city’s center. Every so often, a single car peels off and pulls into the parking lot across from Phoenix Theatre Cultural Centre, a lone figure here and there exiting each car and darting across the street and into the building at the corner of Illinois and Walnut. While everyone else is rushing to their couches and dinner tables, this crowd is arriving for a marathon, four-hour rehearsal of Naptown African American Theatre Collective’s latest show, Zora Howard’s Pulitzer Prize finalist play, Stew, which runs March 13–30.
Oldest human facial bones found in western Europe rewrite prehistory (London Times)
Good luck!
Off to a couple of separate posts.
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